Shepherd

I remember I was feeling pretty good In my brand new Model T Just as any sane man would When Out of the shadow Came that crooked beggarman Threw his palms up on my window Rattlin' his can, saying It's terrible Won't you hear me? Don't send off your children Terrible Don't send off your children To the many-toothed king Came the morrow I was feeling quite alright I said "Morning, Mr chairman" "Have you had a pleasant night?" When That darned beggarman Stepped right on up to me Flashed another hollow-mouthed grin Before he bellowed angrily Oh It's terrible Won't you hear me? Don't send off your children Oh Terrible Don't send off your children To the many-toothed king And on the sixth floor of Harlem Crowned with flame Atop ursa and taurus Is the father of game The lord of the brazier The lord of two horns Eye of the master Fatten the whores Now eat from the lamb stew Swallow the crab Beggar thy neighbor And ascend Fear, Missouri: makes no difference Lawyer up now, Dr. Doom, you're gonna need the best defense Oh yeah, please rise! From the waters, the woods, and the meadows Hey, hey, hey, now, chicken delight! Only 4.99 Oh Terrible! Won't you hear me? Don't send off your children To the many-toothed king Oh Terrible! Won't you hear me? Don't send off your children To the many-toothed king, yeah! Don't send off your children To the many-toothed king Don't peddle your children To the many-toothed Won't you? Won't you?